Visit Miss Bob Etier...

I worked for a Board of Ed in NJ, and onmydesk was a sampler that read, "Please don't call me Kathy (mynameisKathryn)." We had this really rotten guy with no sense of humor who hated everyone, and one night he put a post-it note over "Kathryn" that said "Bob." (Which I thought was pretty funny)

I had a friend in Louisiana, and I told him about it, and he immediately picked up on it and called me "Bob" all the time, and even addressed mail to me as "Bob." (Thisisa friend that I told "If I ever think about getting married again, come up here and put a bullet inmy brain.")

Twelve years later,myguy had died of cancer andmyfriend's (in La.) marriage ended. I went to Baton Rouge one weekend and returned home engaged. Well,my'friend' always referred to me as Bob, so when I moved to Baton Rouge, everyone there thought that wasmyname! It just stuck. That was ten years ago.

The funny thing was, we were really "friends." I had never thought of him romantically, and it turned out we were perfect for each other.